Puccini’s ‘O mio babbino caro’ (Oh My Beloved Father).

http://www.flixxy.com/9-year-old-girl-sings-opera-on-hollands-got-talent-alt.htm

Amira Willighagen is a bit nervous – she has never been to such a large audience. But then she sings the stars from the sky and gets a standing ovation. The jury (Gordon, Dan Karaty and Chantal Janzen) were stunned and gave her one of the “golden tickets,” which means that Amira goes directly to the live shows.

Full Translation: I ‘m Amira. I am 9 years. I’m going to sing something you all do not expect what I’m singing. I often dream of fans coming to me and clapping so. Well as thousands of fans were standing here I would laugh a little, sometimes a little wave. I hope it will happen satellite. I ‘m a little nervous. But it is especially nice that I can sing. I think I have now. I ‘m ready for my biggest night merry is that something goes very wrong. because I have trained very hard for today.. HOST: (to Robert Brink) Hi, Amira ? AMIRA : Of course I want to win that Holland Got Talent, only you can not win them all. I hope, I just hope they find it very beautiful. HOST: Come over here because you can fix sneak a little look. Here it all happen naturally huh. That is left to the jury. AMIRA: the most fun I think GORDON: Well hurry up AMIRA: Sometimes he says things and very funny that I find very funny. HOST: Go hear. GORDON: Amira Willghagen, I say that? ( yes ) How old are you? AMIRA: I am 9 years old GORDON: And what will you do ? AMIRA: I’m singing a song GORDON: Is that just a song, or is it something special ? AMIRA: Well actually it’s an opera song GORDON: An opera ? ( Yes / Yes) Oww. Why are you singing? AMIRA: Well it started with Kninginnedag, my brother played violin and I also wanted to do something. So I thought I’d better go to sing. I searched on Youtube a song, and then I heard opera songs, which I found very beautiful, that ‘s when I started singing. GORDON: Wow what had bijzonder.Ik were expecting you had sung ( no), IETA K: but you find nothing? What song do you sing? AMIRA: A song O Mio Caro Babbina GORDON: Well Amira (yeah ) I ‘m so curious how that sounds. Do I need earplugs or ikan so safe? It is safe AMIRA SONG GORDON: Yes Amira Willighagen 9 years is here CHANTAL: ( judge) Are you really nine ? (yes ). wow GORDON: Amira they sometimes say that old souls live on in people and when I hear you sing then you have almost the inspiration of Maria Callas, who unfortunately is no longer, but your voice is so pure and so beautiful. But I think it’s so special that for a girl your age that you do this, that’s unbelievable I would also like a daughter.. CHANTAL: Who did you learn to sing? Do you have a voice teacher ? AMIRA: No I do not have singing lessonsCHANTAL: So that you learn yourself. You are going to listen and then you sing along and at some point you can do it. GORDON: Ow incredible. CHANTAL: And what is your dream? AMIRA: Later I would really like to be a singer, but if that fails or so then I would also like to participate in the Olympic Games Athletics. CHANTAL: These are two little things DAN KARETY: Have you ever performed for an sudience ? GORDON: Have you ever occurred to the public? AMIRA: Yes, but not for such a large audience GORDON: But what good of you. Truly and without nerves THEN… CHANTAL: A big fat YES. GORDON: We have in Holland’s Got Talent, just like last year, The Golden Token, for you! HOST: She just qualified for the Live Show. Anyway (absolutely) the Live Show! BROTHER AND FATHER: You’re through, great, great!

Italian	Literal translation	Singable English
O mio babbino caro, mi piace, è bello, bello. Vo’andare in Porta Rossa a comperar l’anello!Sì, sì, ci voglio andare! e se l’amassi indarno, andrei sul Ponte Vecchio, ma per buttarmi in Arno!Mi struggo e mi tormento! O Dio, vorrei morir! Babbo, pietà, pietà! Babbo, pietà, pietà!	Oh my dear papa, I love him, he is handsome, handsome. I want to go to Porta Rossa To buy the ring! Yes, yes, I want to go there! And if my love were in vain, I would go to the Ponte Vecchio And throw myself in the Arno! I am anguished and tormented! Oh God, I’d like to die! Papa, have pity, have pity! Papa, have pity, have pity!	Oh my beloved father, I love him, I love him! I’ll go to Porta Rossa, To buy our wedding ring. Oh yes, I really love him. And if you still say no, I’ll go to Ponte Vecchio, And throw myself below. My love for which I suffer, At last, I want to die. Father I pray, I pray. Father I pray, I pray.